Sometimes I wonder if I'm wrong
Am I wrong to feel bad about the scars I put on my own skin
Am I wrong to feel like I can't breathe when it's my own doing
Am I wrong to feel bad about something I've done years ago
Am I wrong to look at the people who've made it and wonder if I'm good enough
Am I wrong to find comfort in disgusting art I've created
Am I wrong to never want to see my father again
Am I wrong to want to flee this country and never look back
Am I wrong to hate the doctors when all they want is to help me
Am I wrong to want love when I can't even love myself
Am I wrong to love the simple art of writing when I don't make things worth reading
Am I wrong to want to run away from myself and never come back
Am I wrong to feel so down about myself when I don't even try
Am I wrong to not go to school even though I physically can
Am I wrong to hate a part of myself I was born with
Am I wrong to hide away in a room that is my tormentor
Am I wrong to pray to something I don't even know I believe in
Am I wrong to want to see people who don't have time for me
Am I wrong to be who I am at the end of everyday
Am I wrong to never think I'm a good person
Am i wrong to not want to do this anymore
No, sometimes I don't think I'm wrong. Yes, sometimes I believe I'm wrong
It's and endless loop I'm in, to think and to believe and then crash and burn at the sight of everything and nothing at the same time.
But I love my life, and I hate it all the time. I hate this, the here and now, the present I'm trapped in. But one day maybe I won't feel wrong, and maybe one day I'll feel completely right.
One day I'll live happily far away from here. One day, I'll focus on the good things too.
Am I wrong?
